Don't say another Goddamn word. Up until now, I've been polite. If you say anything else - word one - I will kill myself. And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one.
When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming - as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin.
I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth.
shocked by the recent reports on channel 12 that 1 in 94 children in jersey have autism. i suppose that is a startling figure, highest in the nation type stuff, and that there is some sort of investigation under way. makes you wonder about yourself. or me, about myself.
howdy do every body. plodding away, as such, peat moss and the like. yourself?
ah, so im up to some shit. ill do this in pictures, because it is easier. let us start with this
one. i found this on the shack. it is from a kid who lives in iceland. apparently everyone in iceland witnessed this and a quick glance at flickr shows multiple members proudly showing this off. be proud iceland. proud of your pale pastel skies.
then we have
this. i will go ahead and say it. i have an unhealthy obsession with
this webcam. cam whore, would you say? the one i share is one of many i have saved. you know why? because i check that site nearly 50 times a day. sometimes more, sometimes less. but you have to understand when you watch a dynamic environment sometimes
things happen. it may be of no interest to you but i have pics saved of someones reflection in the window of that webcam. a truck pretty regularly parks at one of the closer antenna masts. i have yet to see anyone plowing, but there is almost always evidence of such. it must take place when the environ goes twilight.
which makes me think. this webcam is spectacular. it claims to be updated at
random intervals throughout the day. that means they either have some very comprehensive software package or, my theory, that they have inhouse programmers. this fascinates me. the idea of researching a protocol, be it usb, ps/2, com or the interface to an array of 180 antennas capable of 3.6 MW. bake the D layer as the dude says on page 3 of the email responses. electrical engineering. designing these complicated devices and steering the massive amount of data going either way (i/0) into some appropriate software. are you sensing some sort of keen interest on my part. some dormant tinkerer. i wish. wow, what, where? oh that camera. yeah, some poor sap, probably a high school student, brought on staff to do some software interfacing, and gets the webcam. but my hats are off. it has to take the visual data, make some sort of conclusion about time of day, let alone operating conditions, and decide whether to put the image through, to me. let it go.
next
pic. how exciting! from here on out you will be witnessing pictures i have taken. this current one is my attempt to image the lunar eclipse. i bungee strapped my new binoculars to a pole and tried to stay my hand bringing the camera to the eyepiece. if i had stayed the camera my shots
may have looked like
these. im pretty impressed with myself.
which brings
this to the table. a picture of charlie's coffee shop, where i make somewhat of a cameo. i spend some hours here a week, keeping charlie or his mom company, tinkering. i usually bring my laptop and try to get some work done. but most of the time it is conversation. losers with a dream. big dreams, though.
here is a picture from outside that same day. a good visual metaphor for my mind. for our shit fuck cocksuckers.
shaping up to be a
monster. apparently one capable of doing some serious physical damage. this was a harrowing experience. the monster, cam janssen, 25 of the devils. seek and destroy some might say. bee-line straight for the young man you see on the stretcher. then the hit. and the second hit, the young man's neck into the boards. look where the picture is taken from, i had a full view of it all. when the contact happened, i put my head in my shirt, everyone else was cheering. im not lying to you folks, i thought this guy was dead, and people were cheering unaware of death. he lay still, i mean motionless, lifeless. can you picture the scenario if he did in fact die? i was, one thousand miles an hour in my head. it is a strange thing. i believe when i was hiding my face someone i was there with said "..this is what you come for, and youre missing it."
this is
wayne when im sick.
this, too.
i apologize for using imagesocket. i guess it is slow as a motherfucker. i just wanted to see how many people looked at what i post. guess im longing for recognition. if you like anything you can email me. my email is
wildboogard@yahoo.com; it would be nice to hear from anyone. im listening to this kt tunstall shit right now and it has got me by the balls. making me feel. feel human. feel frustrated with myself. dont point the finger at me you have been there. one will overcome but you must embrace the moments you are struggling to do so. they are of value.
